Natsu and Lucy are from warring clans, each acting as a powerful warrior for their people. Natsu’s clan consists of skilled blacksmiths, crafting weapons from the earth and enchanting them with lost elemental magic. Lucy’s people are Spiritwalkers, powerful seers who can make contracts with ancient spirits from the bones they leave behind. (enemies to lovers AU)
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Lucy bends low over the bowl before her, cupping her hands
to trap the gust from her lungs as she breathes life into the broken, forgotten
splinters of bone. Cracked ribs lay before her, as well as the remains of a
smashed skull, barely the size of her palm, small enough to cradle. They rattle
when she blows warm air against them, shifting slightly, and she grins.
Excitement sweeps through her, her hands trembling, and she has to steady
herself before trying again.
She takes a deep breath, golden eyes slipping shut as she
pushes passed her nerves, readying herself. Her eyes snap open once more, a
faint shimmer of blue in her irises, and this time when she breathes into them,
a pale, ghostly blue glow pulls from her lungs. It fans across the bones, and
they quiver, clacking together wildly as she leans back, waiting for the
creature to form, long forgotten pieces of itself finally becoming one.
Her eyes slam shut, her heart stuttering in her chest, and
she bites her lip. Lucy’s lungs go still, the oxygen leaving her in a rush, and
she reminds herself not to panic, her mind used to the loss of breath, though
her body constantly rejects the feeling. Her lungs scream for air, her spirit
flickering as she continues to breathe against the bones she found days earlier
while out in the woods.
Eventually, she runs out of air, the blue glow leaving her
and washing across the rattling bones, the sound growing so loud she can barely
think. Lucy gasps for breath, coughing slightly, and winces as her chest aches,
her life-force growing thin for a moment before coming back to her.
The consequences of walking with spirits were the first
things Lucy was taught as a child, her mother making her promise never to
spread herself too thin. There’s only so much a Spiritwalker can take, their
lives much more fragile than others.
The bones fall silent a moment later. The rattling stops
suddenly, and her eyes snap open, gold flickering in the early morning light
spilling in through the open window. The wool rug beneath Lucy tickles at her
skin, and the bones are quiet, as if nothing happened. For a moment, she
frowns, eyes narrowing as she stares down at them, but then they shift again,
though not because of her.